I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 92 Chapter 093 Appears in succession (3 more)
"Okay, you are qualified to challenge me. If you can kill Wu Nu, it only shows that Wu Nu is too weak."

Tumon stood up.

There was no time for anyone to react, and he jumped onto the field with a dark red mace in his hand.

Bang.

Like a heavy shell bombarding the ground, it set off a surge of dust and sand, which was gray, and with a drink of rage, a huge momentum gushed out.

The gust of wind swept across Zhao Ji's sides, blowing away all the soldiers surrounding him.

"it is good."

"My lord is mighty."

"Vac is all victorious, all victorious."

The Wacha people who came with Tumon hurriedly shouted loudly and kept cheering Tumon up.

"Waq wins all the time? Oh, that's all there is to it. There's nothing to be happy about winning a child. But yes, Wacha also knows how to bully the weak."

The Shanhe people present would not let Tumeng get what he wanted. They were always harassed by Wacha. Among the people present, they were the ones who most wanted Wacha to lose face.

The two sides have an enmity as deep as the sea.

If it is in the wild, as long as they meet each other, they will not say anything, just 'do it' first.

"Hmph, Doroel, don't give me a bit of a motherfucker's smugness. If I have the ability to deal with this kid, you come to the end and compete with me. You were lucky last time and escaped unharmed.

Play if you dare, and see if I'll smash your skull. "

Tumon raised the mace and pointed at the mountain man on the left, Doroel.

In order to maintain his dignity in Wacha, Zhao Ji is only his first target.

Afterwards, he would pick and kill the masters on Chahantmur's side, but since the Shanhao people's feud came out and made him an eyesore, he didn't mind giving the Shanhao people a lesson first.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Zhao Ji who had become silent, thinking that Zhao Ji was frightened by his blow.

"Stupid."

He is very happy, and what he likes most is to see his opponents being stupid or dejected in front of him.

"Baby girl, is he really good?"

Chahantmoor, who was sitting on the white wolf seat, saw Zhao Ji's state, and couldn't help but feel relieved.

"Watch the show with peace of mind, the people who will be on guard against Wacha later became angry and disturbed the order of the venue."

Zhao Min's eyes became more and more calm. During this time, her personality has changed a lot.

Of course, her words were not hidden from Tumon.

But Tu Meng didn't believe it, and when he was about to speak, suddenly, he saw a completely different aura rising from Zhao Ji's body.

The aura seemed to be higher than his life level, making him feel very small, and inexplicably under tremendous pressure in his heart.

"You are a master, I admit that I can't beat you, I really want to kill you with my own hands, but you should feel honored if you can die under my master's blade."

Zhao Ji's voice was not loud, as if it sounded in Tu Meng's ears, but in Tu Meng's eyes, his body seemed to be replaced by a knife.

The sound of the knife trembled, as if singing loudly.

The black knife is high above, like some kind of divine mansion that cannot be seen directly, and there is an unknown will on it, which cannot be guessed.

"You are guilty, you should be beheaded."

Fly down.

"Move. Move!"

The majesty from the black knife made Tumon's thinking seem to be frozen, even thinking of a few words became extremely slow, slowed down by hundreds of times.

After thinking about it, his body also followed the thought.

He moved like an old man, trembling in every move.

Hei Dao disappeared after slashing.

There was no blood in Tumon's body, but his whole body froze, as if he had encountered something incredible.

Bang.

His body fell to the ground slowly, throwing out dust.

All the people present were silent.

Just now, they only felt an extremely fierce and irresistible saber force rising, but they didn't experience it personally like Tumeng, and their eyes couldn't help showing uncontrollable fear.

Incredible.

This strength is beyond their comprehension.

"Such a powerful spiritual practice, sword master, deserves this title."

An old Zen master who came with him squeezed the Dharma seal and recited the scriptures non-stop, as if he was saving the soul of the dead.

"Clear mind and see nature, contemplate emptiness as if it is reality, one thought of life, one thought of death, you should have a predestined relationship with my Buddha, if you have a predestined relationship, if you enter my teaching, you will surely achieve the great cause of unsurpassed Bodhi."

An old lama from a branch of the Shingon sect seemed to see a piece of treasure, and his cloudy eyes were full of pursuit.

"Anonymous, have you seen that Chong Ming, he, he, he."

He became agitated and just wanted to convert people into Buddhism.

"Oh, Master Hung Tong, he is a great demon, and you cannot save him, so Master Ai Wu passed away to save him." Unknown said.

"Buddha and demons exist and exist in each other. When you think about Buddha and when you think about demons, if you don't try, how will you know it won't work?"

The Buddhists who came came to Unknown. Due to the influence of Buddhism in the grassland, they formed a group and began to discuss the teachings, which involved Li Ye.

This was just an accident on the field, and Chahantmoor just ordered the guards around him to send someone to pay attention.

Immediately his attention was on the field.

Fortunately, the worst scenario he had expected did not happen, and the cheering sound of Wacha seemed to be cut off, and under the arrangement of the deputy, he suppressed the aggrieved Wacha tribe.

"Zuo Wu, I don't know the result, are you satisfied?"

Chahantmoor turned his head to look at Zuo Wu next to him, and said the matter as if it was negotiated by both parties.

Zuo Wu, who was "full" in a daze, was about to speak out what was in his heart, but as soon as the words came out, he realized that he couldn't tell the matter to the public.

But as soon as the words came out, he had no choice but to turn his head to look at the others.

From the glaring eyes of Vac, the worried eyes of the Tatars, and the indifferent eyes of the Potala Palace, he knew that there was a misunderstanding, and he couldn't help but become gloomy.

Zhao Ji walked out of the field and did not continue to be on the field.

The sparring is still going on.

Not only the people from Chahantmur's side were challenged, but other forces also had "friendly exchanges" with each other. Bloodshed is the result of minor ones. If it is serious, it is common sense for one party to die.

Contests passed.

"drink."

Huogong Toutuo slashed the air with his palm, feeling the sudden chill behind him, he quickly turned around and raised his palm, but the three consecutive bouts had severely depleted his qi, and he didn't have much physical strength and zhenqi to resist the blow that came with contact. the power of.

puff.

He flew upside down, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Fortunately, it was the Lama Quark of the Potala Palace who made the move. The two still had a friendship, but they were merciful.

Wrapped in a red cloth and with his shoulders bare, Lama Quark stretched out his hand to hold the fireman Tutuo.

"I took advantage of you this time. It's just that your will is lacking and your strength has weakened. Is he really that powerful? Is it worth your effort for him?"

Huogong Toutuo stretched out his hand to hold his arm and stood up, with yellow gravel on his left palm.

"His horror is beyond your imagination. Don't be an enemy of him. With his strength, no one can hide from the person he wants to kill, unless that person has an army guarding him every day."

He whispered something.

Lama felt a surge of emotion in his heart.

Such a high praise is not easy. He looked at Fireworker Toutuo, as if he saw the fear that remained in Fireworker Toutuo's heart.

Then, Zhao Min walked off the stage.

But what is surprising is that Lama Quark deliberately kept fighting for a long time, and then he was defeated by Zhao Min by one move.

His acting skills are better than other people, but he can't hide it from the powerful few.

"Uh?"

Zhao Min stretched out his hand to stroke some messy hair, looking at the lama who turned his back and left with a strange expression.

(End of this chapter)